Sacrifice: Time of Mine

Moments earlier...

"I have to hurry up! Why does no one in the Reruon Mountain Land responding to our calls?" a woman with long curly hair and sunken cheeks and eyes were riding dark clouds at a speed that even sound couldn't keep up.

The path that she goes through began to darken as clouds loom and thunder roars.

She is a rare Rank Dieys Lightning and Water Elementalists, Rossiya Merkas from the Merkas Family, one of the three Supreme Royal Families in the Shimshemat Coast Land, the nearest Great Country from the Centre Continent!

"Right now, those Apexial Beasts should've already arrived the land. If the information is correct, the Might of Torge must definitely be in the Reruon! Only he can bring a dozen powerhouses over in an instant!" Rossiya thought in a hurry.

She felt her surroundings as she took out an Investigative Water Elesp.  After a moment, her eyes opened, "There! That's where most Rank Es gathered and they are near too! Dragonian Sheran's group must be there!"

Her trajectory took a slight curve as she travels with darkness and lightning behind her.

....

In the Rank Dih's stadium, while the host was still calling out the Top 20 that the Rank Es Elders didn't really care about, they presented their gifted well.

However, they were only replied with a confused look.

Before Sheran could say that she would pick one not to be rude, Elder Shana walked over.

"Seran, forget about them-"

"Wait! We're still not finished, Elder Shana." Elder Gan didn't want to lose.

Meanwhile, on the ring, the Top 19, who was the first to be called, waved at the audience, only to meet silence. 

'Hm? Why are they so quiet?' the Rank 19th frowned. He then panned his head over to see that some old men and women were talking to themselves in the direction where he exited. A nerve popped on his forehead, 'These old people are ignoring me!'

With the built-up arrogance and some ignorance, the Rank 19th pointed a finger but before he shouted, he suddenly felt a heavy pressure.

"Elder Gan, what do you think you're doing cutting my sentence?" Elder Shane unconsciously released some of her intimidation that made everyone else feel pressure.

The Rank 19th's pointed finger suddenly went soft, 'A R-rank Es Elementalist!? Why are they here!?' the feeling of softness then traveled from his finger to the sole of his feet.

When he felt a glance from Elder Shana, a crack was heard as the Rank 19th broke his finger on the spot.

"Hmph!" Elder Shana then rolled her eyes. At that time, Elder Gan stared back.

'Another Rank Es?!' the Rank 19th definitely felt that the broken finger was worth it.

The host who was calling the other competitors became silent.

Between their heated gaze, Elder Khor intercepted, "Now, now, control your temper or the show won't continue."

Realizing that they were releasing some intimidation, the two stopped.

"Elder Shana, I apologize but we are talking to her first. Please let us finish first." Elder Khor still supported his teammate.

"Then make it fast." Elder Shana only snorted as she sat down which Elder Helen silently followed her.

Now that the pressure is gone, the host immediately called the participants, hurrying up so that he can get out of the center.

"These young boys have an age ranging from nine to seventeen years old. They are all talented and are kind, they would DO everything that you tell them." Elder Khor then continued.

"A-ah..." Sheran was confused, however, she kept in her mind, 'Don't look like you're timid...'

"Then, I will pick one from them." she continued.

Elder Gan and Elder Khor looked at each other, 'Are we wrong?'

Hearing Elder Helen's giggle, they felt their pride hurt so Elder Gan pushed, "These boys here are all kind and knowledgeable. I took them from their churches as they are diligently serving there."

"Wait, you got them from the churches too? So that's why I had to go to the local churches to get more." Elder Khor frowned, "Why are there so many pretty young boys at churches?"

"I wonder about that too." Elder Gan then looked at Seran and persuaded, "You need more than just one because these kids are singers. You want an example?"

Before Seran could decline, Elder Khor suggested, "Why don't my gifts go with yours, in a choir, the more the better."

"You're right." Elder Gan nodded and called the oldest boys to lead the choir.

At the same time, the hosts just finished calling all the rankers.

"In this final battle, we have two wild card participants. The first one is someone from the Rank Eeh's Stadium. She just ranked up and is now ready to participate, the Playful Demon, Tamya!" 

""Huh?"" both Edora and Mettany were caught unguarded as Tamya came in with a worry on her face.

'Why is Avion not there?' she pouted but before she looks away from her back, she then saw Avion, 'He's here!... huh? Why is he wearing that? And why is he...'

Suddenly, the sky darkened as thunders roared. The sun was hidden and the brightness of the day disappeared.

"Continue, it's just one Rank Ey." Elder Gan said as if they were already expecting a certain someone's arrival.

Rossiya came down from the darkened clouds and respectfully bowed towards the four Rank Es Elders. However, before she could speak, a light pierced through the clouds, spotlighting the exit from where Tamya came out.

"There, I feel it!" Old Maytan sensed as he prepares his Rank Es World Elesp, Anywhere Travel, "Don't resist, I will now start!" the old man touched the ruined ground and an earthquake occurred.

Connecting the two places, another earthquake appeared in the Rank Dih's stadium, their destination.

"Wait, what's happening?" Matriarch Quiare asked as Alisera peeked from her capsule, watching out of boredom.

'We can't fail this!' the oldest boy was pressured by a Rank Es that he had no choice but to continue. With a stick in one hand, he waved his hands and began a song, sang by the large group of young boys.

"~~Ohhh~ God, praise be your holiness~~" a smooth chorus that covered the whole stadium.

"The second wild participant, a mortal, Avion Teller!" the host shouted and came out to the spotlight was a man, sitting on a warhammer, clothed in long white robes as it fluttered in the wild wind.